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Thereupon she hid her face in her hands and wept in Lorand's stead. Lorand went towards her and taking her hand, said sadly: "You see, such are not the gypsy girls whose faces are brown, who are born under tents, and who cut cards, and make that their religion." Then with Czipra's hand in his he walked long up and down his room without a word. Neither knew what to say to the other.
Madame Bálnokházy had time to remark that Czipra's eyes, when they looked upon Lorand, seemed like the eyes of faithfulness: and she had a delicious opportunity of cutting to the heart two, if not three people. "Well, it seems to me what is not may be, may it not, 'Lorand?" "Lorand!" cried three voices in one. "There we are! Well I have betrayed you now.
The face had grown older, the gait was that of a farmer, the old beautiful voice had deepened into a perfect baritone. Nor did they meet often, except at dinner, supper and breakfast. Melanie passed the rest of the day without a break, by Czipra's side.
Lorand saw that here, among the bushes, he had no further use for his gun, so he threw it away, and received his foe unarmed. Now it was face to face! As they clutched each other their eyes met. "You devil!" muttered Kandur, gnashing his teeth; "you have stolen my gold, and my girl. Now I shall repay you." Lorand now knew that the robber was Czipra's father.
Why, I saw your Joseph speaking to the bailiff's daughter at the fence: this spell would do him no harm." All the grinning serving-maids, instead of rescuing Czipra from the woman, only assisted the latter in her siege. They surrounded her and even cut off Czipra's way, waiting curiously for what the gypsy would say. "It is a harmless remedy, and costs nothing."
"Of course it is true; Melanie herself told me. She told me his name, too Joseph Gyáli." "Ha, ha, ha!" Lorand, smilingly and good-humoredly pinching Czipra's cheek, went on his way. He smiled, but with the poisonous arrow sticking in his heart! Oh, Czipra did herself a bad turn when she mentioned that name before Lorand! Lorand's whole being revolted at what Czipra had told him.
They have often robbed Czipra, when she went anywhere alone. You were yourself a witness to one such event. I suspect that the robber-chief who strove with Czipra in the inn was Czipra's own father." "Heavens! I wonder if that can be so." "Czipra always closed their mouths with a couple of hundred florins, and then they remained quiet. Perhaps she threatened them in case they annoyed me.
"There will be something else, Czipra," said Lorand. "Now I am going away with my brother to celebrate his marriage, then I shall return again." Thereupon there was no more need to insist on Czipra's being good-humored the whole day. Her good-humor came voluntarily. Poor girl, so little was required to make her happy.
The bushes under Czipra's window offered him a suitable position, being about ten paces from the door, which was plainly visible from them. Lorand cocked both triggers, and started alone with one gun against the whole robber-band. When he reached the bushes he could see the rascals well. They were four in number.
One year to the day, after poor Czipra's death Lorand went with his musket on his shoulder to a certain entertainment where death may be had for the asking. I shall not recall the fame of those who are gone why should I? Very few know of it. Lorand was a good soldier.
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